A/N: I apologize for the delay. Seriously, is there a way to stop time? I need to write without distractions!
It also took me some time to finalize what I want to write in this chapter since I wanted to fulfill PsyNEKOpath's and Serinji's requests. It was challenging but I managed to whip out something. Hope you'll like it!
And before I forget, Happy Birthday to Serinji san and limnamae san!
To RiveReinStyx, thank you for being an awesome beta and friend! You are the best!
Thank you to HannahStewart9 for translating Business as Usual into German. Please check out fanfiktion to read the translated version!
Disclaimer: Viewfinder and its notable characters belong to Yamane Ayano. This is a non-profit work
Warnings: Not your usual Fei Long meets Akihito chapter, possible OOCs, lemons, torture. lengthy chapter ahead!
Business as Usual – Chapter 20
Nothing in the world was more important to Akihito than his camera and his lenses. Yet that one morning on March 14th, Akihito woke up to an empty apartment and a missing camera bag. Panicked, he rushed to the living room, checking the backs of the couches, in case he had left it there the night before. It wasn't there.
Already dressed in his standard work attire; torn jeans, white singlet, paired with a thin khaki jacket, Akihito fumed when he noticed that he had to leave in 20 minutes or he'll be late. He turned to his guard, seated at the single couch by the corner, reading the newspapers.
"Toru, did you happen to see my camera bag?"
As usual from the stoic guard, he merely stood up and bowed. "No, Takaba sama."
"You know, you can continue calling me Akihito. I like that better," Akihito mumbled as he checked the balcony. Odd place to check, but Akihito thought he could never be too sure.
"Unless Asami sama clears it, it wouldn't be wise to do so."
"I swear that boss of yours have a few loose screws in his head," the photographer said, without looking at the guard. He moved to the kitchen, even went as far as opening his storage drawers where he kept his stash of junk food but his precious bag was simply nowhere to be found.
Damn, where the hell is my bag?
"Takaba sama – ,"
Closing the storage drawers, he turned to look at the guard. Standing at nearly 6 feet, Toru looked very handsome in his standard black suit. With dark eyes, thin lips and a well-toned body, Akihito was certain that Toru wouldn't be lacking of any bed partners; men or women.
Toru slid his hand into his pockets, pulling out a single key and an envelope. Akihito took the offered items, staring at contents suspiciously. He scrutinized the key first. It was a key that he didn't recognize; the odd pattern on the key did not resemble the keys to the rooms in the apartment.
Placing the key aside, Akihito removed the letter from the white envelope. The handwriting was something he recognized. The bold, distinctive handwriting could only be Asami's.
Akihito, your camera bag is located in Shibuya. Toru will take you there.
The photographer cursed, crushing the note. Narrowing his eyes into slits, Akihito crossed his arms across his chest. "You knew about this?"
Toru remained unperturbed with Akihito's temper. "I did not. I was only instructed to bring you to a place."
"That bastard, what does he think he's doing?" Akihito walked past Toru to the main door. "Did he think we're playing a game show or something?" He grumbled as he put on his work shoes. The pair of sneakers was custom made from a brand Akihito cannot even pronounce the name. The insides of the shoes felt like butter and it was so comfortable Akihito did not dare to guess the price.
He spent the rest of the journey to Shibuya cursing Asami. He resisted the urge to call him, thinking that he'd assessed the situation first. As the car pulled to a fancy camera shop in Shibuya, Akihito groaned.
Surely, it wasn't what he feared? Akihito thought as he stepped out of the car. He gave the glass door a pushed. It didn't budge an inch. Without even hesitating, Akihito pulled out the key Toru had given him earlier and slid it into the key lock. Unsurprisingly, it matched.
The photographer walked cautiously into the posh camera shop with Toru following behind closely. Another glass door greeted him and as he reached nearer and it slid open gracefully, welcoming the photographer. The interior was tastefully decorated, with rows of Nikon cameras and accessories displayed neatly on the built-in shelves caved into the wall. Located in the middle of the shop was a square, glass encased display box and there, it housed the most expensive camera and lens.
As awed as he was with the equipment, Akihito found his own temper heightened. Jamming his hand into his jeans pocket, he fished out his and speed dialed Asami's number.
"Are you seriously out of your mind?" Akihito controlled his urge to shout.
As if Asami knew what Akihito was talking about, he answered casually, "If you meant the camera shop; no."
"Why are you giving me a camera shop?" Akihito raised his hand, waving at the expensive cameras.
"It's your White Day present. I recall receiving chocolates from you," Asami answered, amused with his lover's exasperated reply.
"The box of chocolates cost only about 3000 yen but this –" Akihito waved his hand around the shop desperately, " – is NOT a white day present!"
"Kirishima informed me that White Day presents have to be three times the cost of the Valentine's gift," the yakuza interrupted smoothly.
"Three times; not three thousand times!" Akihito argued. "Take it back!"
"What would I do with a camera shop?"
"Give it to someone, I don't care; but I don't want it," Akihito said stubbornly.
The yakuza chuckled. "I'm afraid the legal papers have been finalized, Akihito. Take it as compensation; you broke your lens at the Sky Bar a few weeks ago."
The photographer gritted his teeth. "I'm not your god damn mistress, Asami. I don't need you heaping presents at me."
"Akihito—," There was hint of warning in Asami's voice.
Ah, Shit. It was never good when Asami used that tone. Deciding to go with another approach, the photographer continued, "Look, I appreciate the present but if you really want to give me a white day present, I have a right to say what I want."
The warning tone was replaced by a genuine surprised answer. "And what would the request be?"
Akihito moved to the counter, carrying his bag. "One day without Toru and Ando."
When Asami remained silent, Akihito quickly continued, "One day without them and I'll take the camera shop."
It was a cheap trick to make Asami agree but Akihito was really yearning for his freedom. How many months had it been since he last went to a stake out on his own? Toru was a great friend and helper but Akihito longed for the good old times when he was working solo. Coincidentally, Takeda tipped him off about a possible dealing involving a corrupt policeman and a drug dealer. He accepted the job despite knowing Toru would interfere if he found out. So when Asami gave him the camera shop, Akihito knew he had to take the chance.
The yakuza remained silent and Akihito was positive that his lover wouldn't agree when he suddenly said, "Fine; I'll consider that as a favor."
"Bastard, we are barter trading now. How does that count as a favor?" The photographer protested.
"Don't push your luck, Akihito," the yakuza warned. "Be back at the penthouse before midnight. A minute later, I'll strap you to bed for the next day."
The lips on the photographer spread. "Deal; I'll pass the phone to Toru." Akihito agreed, skipping to his guard in happiness.
"Toru, take this as your lucky day; you get a day off!" The photographer gave a victorious butt wriggling dance as he pushed his phone to the guard.
Toru eyed his master curiously but did not comment any further. Pressing the phone to his ear, he murmured his boss's name.
"Toru, let him do as he pleases today. Both you and Ando report to Sion."
Toru looked alarmed for the moment. He stole a quick glance at the photographer who was marveling at the new lens. "Asami sama, do you need me to follow Takaba sama? I can make my presence unknown," he said in a low voice.
For a moment, the crime lord did not speak. Finally, after an uncomfortable silence, he commanded, "Make sure you're not seen."
Since Akihito was already suspicious of his lengthy conversation with Asami, Toru did not dare to look relieved at his boss's orders. He remained impassive and answered, "Yes, Asami sama."
"So, what did Asami say?" Akihito asked the minute Toru returned the phone.
"Ando and I are to report to Sion today, Takaba sama."
Grinning, Akihito took his bag and skipped to the glass door. "Please help me to lock up, will you?" He stepped out of the store and nearly turned to the crowd when he poked his head back in again. "I'll see you tomorrow, Toru!" He waved his hand enthusiastically before disappearing into the crowd.
The guard wasted no time. A hand went to his tie, loosening it while the other went to his coat, expertly unbuttoning the blazer as he walked out of the store where Ando was waiting.
The younger guard had already stepped out of the car, confused with Akihito's behavior.
"Ando, orders from the boss. You report to Sion –,"
"Toru san, what's going on? Takaba sama just –"
Toru ignored Ando's question and continued, "I am following Takaba sama today."
Toru opened the door, carelessly threw his coat and tie on the car seat. Rolling up his sleeves, he instructed, "Ando, go to my apartment, get me a black shirt and a sweater."
Ando was still confused but he didn't question Toru's odd requests. He nodded his head and got into the driver seat. Toru messed his perfectly styled hair, allowing a few locks of hair to cover his face. "Call me when you have the things ready," the senior guard said before sprinting to the direction where Akihito had left.
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Akihito could almost smell the freedom. The joy of walking freely on the streets, smelling for stories like a hound, accompanied by nothing but his precious camera bag; the feeling was indescribable.
God, how long has it been since I last roam the streets alone? Akihito thought happily as he parked his Vespa in front of the convenience store. He took the trouble to return to the penthouse to get his Vespa from the garage. Part of him was hoping for the guards to stop him from removing the vehicle from its spot so he could tell the guards off himself. However, the guards did not comment, nor did they try to stop him when he rode the scooter out. Not that Akihito was complaining, of course.
At the convenience store, Akihito walked around before selecting his preferred lunch: A gigantic ramen cup that cost 350 yen. As he waited patiently for the ramen to soften in the hot water, he scanned his phone for any incoming text messages.
True enough, there was a message from Takeda, informing him about the tip off. The transactions would most likely take place at six in the evening but he couldn't confirm the location. Akihito cursed. What is the use of telling me the time when you don't even know where it is?
Slipping the phone into his jeans pocket, he slurped down the noodles noisily, thinking of a workable plan as he ate his lunch. Now he wished Toru was here with him as the guard could have easily obtained the information for him. How on earth he managed to unearth them, Akihito had no idea but he did suspect Asami was behind the information gathering process.
Takaba Akihito, you're a journalist, a star cameraman! How can you admit defeat? Akihito scolded himself. Pulling out his phone, he made a few calls.
Takeda wasn't the only person with connections. His hard earned freedom didn't come easy and Akihito promised that he'd treasure every minute of it.
It took him some time but Akihito finally gotten a few possible locations of the meet up. To be exact, he had three to choose from. His sources revealed that the dealer was cunning man. His modus operandi was changing location at the final hour to confuse authorities.
Checking his wrist watch, Akihito realized that he didn't have any time to lose. Deciding to go with his hunch, Akihito took his camera bag and proceeded to a deserted warehouse at Chiba Port.
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Toru had so far managed to camouflage himself in the crowd of working adults enjoying their afternoon tea at the café. Like a hawk, he continued watching his master scrolling text messages on his phone in the convenience store. Toru leaned back on the chair from the café across the road as he held the newspaper up, covering half his face, pretending to read.
It was at about 4 pm when he saw Akihito moved out of the convenience store. As usual, the photographer scanned around suspiciously, looking for signs of being tailed. When he was satisfied that he was alone, he moved away quickly.
Glad to have changed into a black shirt and sweater, Toru stood gracefully, leaving a thousand yen on the table in the process and walked calmly to the direction where his master disappeared. After he was sure that Akihito had left securely on his Vespa, he slid into a small car that Asami had prepared and drove away.
Five years in the army proved to be beneficial for Toru. He remained undetected in the busy streets of Tokyo but when Akihito's Vespa turned into the unused warehouses in Chiba, Toru did not follow. He checked the time on the dash board; it read 4.45 p.m. Despite it was still early, the port was eerily quiet, devoid of any human presence.
He parked his hybrid car away from the entrance, killing the engine immediately. Retrieving his gun, the guard checked the magnum before exiting. With a bigger task in his hand, Toru not only had to protect his master from any harm; he had to make sure that he remained unseen.
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There were a few warehouses but Akihito chose one that wasn't locked. The doors were wide open, as though as it was welcoming him, beckoning him to enter. His gut told him that he had found the location but he couldn't be too confident about it.
Stepping inside, Akihito covered his nose as he scanned around. Dust covered every inch of the warehouse. The doors were never closed yet the air inside the warehouse was stale. Akihito supposed it was due to the moldy wood racks arranged neatly in rows. The racks were huge, filled with cartons of unused boxes, empty no doubt. Remnants of food containers and beer cans lay scattered around the floor and Akihito couldn't help but to imagine how unpalatable it was to eat and drink in a place like that.
But Akihito was really enjoying himself. He managed to find himself a great hiding spot behind a large carton of bricks in the empty warehouse. The neatly stacked bricks were located at the last row of racks. It was nearly four feet in height and Akihito took some time to set up his camp, pulling some unused card boxes to the side to obscure himself completely.
After he was done, he lay low, checking his camera and memory card, testing them to ensure that they worked.
With barely an hour to go before the official meet up between some top shot police officer and a drug dealer, Akihito remained alert. Experience taught him that either party always arrived early to scout and Akihito didn't want to be caught during those times.
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It wasn't particularly difficult for Toru to locate Akihito since the area was deserted. He walked briskly but lightly to the warehouse where his master had entered, all the while looking around for any suspicious individual. The warehouse had a total of three doors, two in front and one fire escape door at the back.
He was lucky; all three doors of the warehouse were unlocked; which meant that he could sneak in undetected. The guard went around the building, leaned his back against the door before peeping in carefully.
Akihito had his back facing him, busy building his hiding spot by stacking card boxes around a pile of breaks. With feather light steps, Toru walked inside the warehouse. He took cover behind a rack where he was sure that he wouldn't be seen.
He watched his master again; the boy had just finished building his hiding place, unaware that a pair of eyes was scrutinizing his every move.
Toru shook his head. If he were the enemy, Akihito would have been dead long ago. His decision to follow his master was right after all.
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For nearly an hour, Akihito lay still. Soon, it'll be dusk and Akihito prayed that the men would come quickly as he needed to snap the photographs without using his flash. He checked his wrist watch impatiently.
But what if this wasn't the location? He argued, running the possibilities in his head again. No, this had to be it.
A few minutes to six, he noted. He muted his phone, slipping the device into his pockets and waited. It wasn't long when Akihito heard two cars arriving.
Bingo! Akihito cheered inwardly when he heard two men got down from the car. He peeped through the tiny hole he made from the card box. They stood outside, unmoving as they spoke in low voices.
Damn, am I wrong about the warehouse? Should I move out and go nearer?
Before Akihito could make a decision, the two men walked in. Relieved, Akihito immediately resumed his position. His fingers were poised at the buttons of the camera, ready to snap.
Akihito recognized the taller man as the boss of the Narcotics Department in Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department.
Ishizaka Touji. Akihito's heart thumped faster at the sight of the policeman. So, he is raking in millions from his illegal activities, Akihito thought as he snapped a photo of him exchanging briefcases with the other man. Now he can kiss his career goodbye.
He didn't recognize Ishizaka's dealer but he looked Chinese. He looked oddly familiar although Akihito couldn't place where he had seen him before.
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The shots were painfully easy to be taken, Akihito had to admit. The two idiots were in deep discussion that they did not bother checking the surrounding.
He stayed there for another 30 minutes until his legs started to cramp from his unmoving position. Really, how long can a deal go? Akihito mused as he continued to snap another great shot of both men shaking hands.
When he took photos of Asami during his illegal activities, the yakuza was swift. Ten minutes was all Asami took to deal and by the fifteenth minute, he was already out. Akihito supposed that was the difference between a true crime lord and half-baked crime wannabes.
Finally, they're finishing! Akihito cheered when he saw both men walked to their cars.
Now, I'll get back to the penthouse and send the pictures to Takeda and my job will be – Akihito paused at the thought as he saw the Chinese opened the car booth to haul something out from it.
Wait a fucking minute, Akihito squinted his eye to get a clearer picture. He nearly gasped in horror when he saw the Chinese man dragging an all too familiar boy out of the car; a boy of about ten; the same boy whom he had met in Hong Kong when he was under Fei Long's captivity.
Tao. Akihito didn't pause to think. He grabbed his bag, exited from his hiding spot and moved closer to the men. He went near the door, hiding behind two wooden boxes. He could hear their voices now. Tao was crying, pleading the man named Chen to let him go in Cantonese.
"Shut up, brat!" snarled the Narcotics chief in Cantonese.
So, the chief knew how to speak the dialect; that certainly made negotiations easier. Akihito couldn't understand much but he figured out that Chen was trying to kill Tao. The gun he withdrew from the waistband of his pants was proof enough.
There was no time, Akihito had to act fast. He squatted down, took a small mirror he happen to have in his camera bag and slowly pushed the mirror out, watching their actions through the image in the mirror.
Chen already had his gun out and pointed at a terrified Tao. Ishizaka crossed his arms, and looked as if he was enjoying the show.
For lack of a better weapon, Akihito found himself utilizing his camera lens again. Armed in one of his best camera lens, Akihito took a deep breath and stepped out from his hiding place.
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Shit. Toru cursed as he watched his master emerged from his hiding area and moved to the front door.
He didn't have the time to run to his master without being detected. So he remained at his position; his gun out and ready. Anytime his master strikes, he'd take his opponents down; Chief Narcotics Ishizaka be damned.
Akihito had detached the lens from his camera, clearly telling Toru his weapon of choice. Toru gripped his gun harder, pointing it to the Chinese, taking his aim.
And then it happened. Akihito barged out from his hiding place, moving behind the Chinese and slammed his lens on the Chinese's head.
The grip of Tao loosened; and Akihito took the chance to pull the boy away. He ran without turning his back, half dragging the boy behind him. Akihito heard a gunshot flew passed him, hitting the trash bin in front of him. His knees nearly turn into jelly but he couldn't stop.
"You punk!" The narcotics' chief shouted; immediately retrieved his police issued gun from his coat pointing it at Akihito's back.
Toru fired, aiming Ishizaka's hands. The Japanese let out a scream as he let the gun fall onto the ground. Caught by surprise, the Chinese turned around frantically searching for signs of another person around the warehouse. Toru fired another round but it merely grazed the Chinese's shoulder. Frightened, the drug dealer jumped into his car and drove away, leaving Ishizaka kneeling on the floor, clutching his bloody hand.
Toru emerged from his hiding spot and moved towards to the injured police officer.
"Who the hell are you?" Ishizaka asked; his eyes never left Toru's.
Ignoring the man, Toru moved nearer and pressed the gun on the man's temple. With his free hand, he took out his phone and speed dialed Asami's number.
"Sir, we have a problem."
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Akihito didn't stop until they reached a family restaurant. A poor choice to hide but what options did he have? The gun shots were terrifying and he could only thank the men for their poor aim. Pulling Tao into the restaurant, he went to the innermost table in the restaurant before pushing the frightened boy to the upholstered restaurant booths.
"Akihito –," Tao stammered.
Akihito gripped the boy's shoulders. "Tao, what are you doing here in Japan? Where is Fei Long?"
Tears began to pour down the boy's cheeks. "Chen – Chen tried to kill me," he spoke in Cantonese.
Akihito couldn't really speak Cantonese but he understood what Tao told him. "Chinese man? Who is he?" Akihito replied in Japanese, thankful that the restaurant was somewhat deserted. Apart from them, there were only three other couples sitting by the window.
"He's – Fei – sama's assistant, he boy hiccupped, trying to form the words.
An elderly waitress came to take the order and Akihito mumbled two drinks. He made sure that the waitress was a good distance away before asking again, "What are you doing here?"
Tao hugged Akihito. "Fei sama came to Japan and I missed him since I haven't been spending time with him. Chen – he came to my room one night asked me if I want to see Fei sama. Of course I said yes."
Akihito stroke Tao's hair. "Does Fei Long know about it?"
The boy shook his head. His tears were soaking Akihito's shirt but he showed no signs of letting go. "I didn't know what happened but when I reached Japan, Chen brought me somewhere. He – ," Tao halted, finding it difficult to continue.
The photographer hugged the boy tighter. "What did he do?"
"He – he tied me up and put me in the car." Tao pulled away, gazed his black round eyes at Akihito. "I tried kicking him but he was stronger," Tao whispered, crying as he hugged Akihito again.
"It's not your fault, Tao," the photographer replied, patting the boy's back. Akihito curled his fist in anger. He noticed Tao's cheek was swollen and there was a cut on his lips, indicating that he had been beaten by Chen. How could anyone do that to a child?
"Do you know why he wants to kill you?" Akihito asked in a hushed voice.
Tao shook his head again. "But I heard Chen said something about killing me –" Tao stopped and thought for a while, recalling the words Chen had used before continuing, "—to start a war."
"To start a war?"
Tao pulled back, wiped his tear stained face with the back of his hand. He nodded. "Akihito, help me to look for Fei sama," he said urgently. "Please," he shook Akihito's hand.
For the lack of a better option, Akihito nodded his head. Besides, he couldn't really say no to a child. When the drinks arrived, Akihito urged Tao to drink, knowing that the boy had not really eaten or drunk anything. Tao took the glass of orange juice gratefully, gulping it down as Akihito took out his phone.
"Do you know Fei long's number?"
Tao's face fell. "No, I only know the headquarters number in Hong Kong."
"Good enough." Akihito unlocked his phone. "We'll call Fei Long's office in Hong Kong and get the number from his men."
It took a few minutes but Akihito finally managed to patch through Baishe's headquarters. He gave the phone to Tao immediately and sat closer to the boy, trying to listen to the conversation.
"Hello?" Tao whispered. "Yang, is that you?" He looked at Akihito and nodded his head happily. "I'm Tao."
Akihito heard a string of questions were thrown at Tao. The boy tried to answer as quickly as he could; giving them the barest details. He spoke for a few more minutes before finally obtaining the numbers.
"Fei sama's number while he's in Japan," Tao pushed the serviette containing numbers to Akihito as he ended the call.
Akihito stared at the number with a heavy heart. He didn't want to contact Fei Long but he knew that he couldn't leave the boy alone. Crumpling the edge of the serviette, Akihito looked at the numbers again. Should he contact Asami first? The photographer shook his head stubbornly, reminding himself that he was old enough to solve his own problems.
And how hard can it be? Akihito scolded himself. Call Fei Long; have him come to take Tao – that's it. Determined, he punched the numbers on the phone and waited.
His heart pounded, hammering against his ribs as he waited for the call to be answered. The boy next to him stared at him in anticipation, his small hands clutching on Akihito's jacket.
"Fei Long?" Akihito asked, trying to sound confident.
"Akihito, what a pleasant surprise," the deep voice on the other end answered.
Immediately Akihito gulped. "How did you know it was me?"
"Instincts," Fei Long answered smoothly.
"Fei sama!" Tao burst out, trying to grab the phone. Akihito held him back, placing a palm on the boy's chest and spoke hurriedly. "There's no time for small talk. You have to come and get Tao."
Immediately Fei Long's voice turned hard. "Yoh informed me that Tao called the headquarters a few minutes ago. Were you the one who found him?"
"Yes, he was nearly killed by one of your men. I believe his name was –" he looked at Tao.
"Chen."
"That's him," Akihito said.
"Where are you now?" The tone became serious.
Akihito mumbled the location and the phone went dead. Beside him, Tao looked relieved. He smiled. "Thank you."
"Take it as a favor. You helped me when I was in Hong Kong." Akihito returned the smile. "Now that everything is settled, we have to be careful. Chen might still be looking for us."
The photographer looked around. The family restaurant he chose was about 40 minutes away from the port. It was a cozy place to hang out and Akihito decided to seek refuge in it for a reason; he had the escape routes ingrained in his mind.
He looked at Tao again. The boy had dirt on his face and lips. Signaling the waitress for some ice, Akihito turned to Tao and smiled. "I'll cold-packed the bruises for you. It'll help you to ease the pain."
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Kirishima stood behind his boss, unmoving. The crime lord hadn't uttered a single word since the phone call from Toru, indicating he wasn't at his best moods.
His boss took the call on loud speaker, so the secretary heard every word Toru said about the shooting incident between Akihito and the Narcotics Chief. Thankfully his boss installed a GPS tracker on Akihito's Vespa so Toru managed to locate the photographer easily.
"Asami sama, what should we do with Ishizaka?" the secretary asked, referring to the detained police chief at one of their warehouses.
"Has he spoken yet?"
"No, Ando said that he refused to divulge any information about the meet up. Suoh has just reached the warehouse and is in the midst of the interrogations."
The yakuza smirked. "As expected from the Narcotics Chief; it is not easy to break him." There was a moment of silence before Asami spoke again, "Call Mori; he can pick up the corrupt officer and send him to Internal Affairs."
Kirishima bowed a little. "Inspector Mori's contributions in the police force have earned him several accolades from the top brass. I'm sure he'll rise up the ranks with this arrest."
"The higher he climbs, the more beneficial it is for us," Asami said, walking over to the glass windows.
"Indeed, sir." Kirishima smiled. Really, the boss is scary. With Mori climbing the ranks, Asami's position would be untouchable.
"Has Akihito left the family restaurant yet?"
Kirishima checked his phone for any incoming text from Toru. "Takaba sama is still in the restaurant. Toru is already there."
Asami continued to stare outside the glass. "What about the boy's identity?"
"None so far; Toru reported him to be Chinese, approximately nine to twelve years of age." Kirishima took a step forward. "Asami sama, I might be wrong but I have a bad premonition about this."
Asami's phone rang precisely after Kirishima spoke. The secretary answered on his behalf, putting the phone on loud speaker.
"Asami sama, I managed to get some information out of Ishizaka. He met up with one of Fei Long's men, someone by the name of Chen. The boy is reportedly to be under Fei Long's wing."
"His motives?" Asami asked nonchalantly.
The bulky guard paused for a while. "It seems that Ishizaka and Chen wanted to kill Tao so he could use his death to start a war between you and Fei Long."
The yakuza narrowed his eyes, displeased. "In other words, they intended to put the blame on me."
"It would seem that way, sir." The guard answered cautiously.
Taking the phone from Kirishima's hand, Asami ordered, "Suoh, leave Ishizaka. Go to the family restaurant where Akihito is."
"Understood," Suoh replied and the tone went dead.
Kirishima glanced at Asami, noticing the mood changes in his boss instantly. The crime lord walked to his seat unhurried, sat on it and opened the drawer that housed his gun.
"Prepare the car," the crime lord ordered as he checked the weapon.
Deciding that it would be unwise for Kirishima to speak, he nodded before texting one of the guards on duty. When the phone rang immediately after he had finished texting, the bespectacled secretary nearly cursed at the ill-timing of the call. He hoped Toru was not going to bring them more troubling news.
"Toru, what happened?" The secretary asked before putting it on loudspeaker mode.
"Kirishima san, I just saw Fei Long entering the restaurant where Takaba sama is."
"How many men did he bring?" Asami asked, his temper rising.
"Five, including Yoh, Asami sama. What are your orders?"
"Observe the situation. I'm sending the men and make sure Akihito doesn't leave with him."
"Affirmative," Toru answered and the call went dead.
Passing the phone to Kirishima, Asami spoke in a cool, controlled voice. "Bring the men. We're going to where Akihito is."
The efficient secretary nodded his head. As he closed the door to Asami's office, he hoped Akihito was still well, because if by chance, the young man was taken forcefully by the Fei Long again, a war would be inevitable.
Xx Business as Usual xX
Akihito must have dozed off because the next time he looked around the restaurant again, it was empty. The ice in the handkerchief had long melted, leaving a small pool of water on the table. Beside him, Tao was still fast asleep, his small hands clutched on Akihito's jacket as he cushioned his head his on Akihito's shoulder.
He checked the time. It was close to nine and 20 minutes had passed since he made the call to Fei Long. How much longer does he need to get here?
He wondered if he should at least call Asami to inform his location, just in case. You never know if Fei Long decided to take me for a long vacation in Hong Kong again; he thought as he tried to retrieve his phone from his pockets, taking care not to wake Tao in the process.
"Damn it," Akihito cursed when he failed to pull the device out. "Why is it so difficult to – yes!" Akihito cheered when his hand closed onto the phone.
He unlocked the screen lock and was about to press the tiny green button on the left corner when the phone was plucked out of his hand.
Surprised, the photographer looked up; and nearly stopped breathing. Fei Long stood in front of him, flashing him a satisfied smirk.
"Calling for me, Akihito?" Fei Long smiled as he squeezed into the upholstered restaurant booth with Akihito.
Trapped completely, Akihito could only offer a nervous smile. "I – I was wondering what took you so long."
Dressed in his business suit, the head of Chinese mafia had his hair tied loosely with a string. Fei Long looked exactly as how Akihito had remembered him –confident, smart and ridiculously good looking as ever. But Fei Long now looked somewhat relieved when he noticed Tao sleeping peacefully on Akihito's shoulder.
Damn it, what happened to the bald oyabuns with protruding bellies?
"I'm surprised, Akihito. Asami is not with you," Fei Long smiled again as he removed his leather gloves.
"Why should he be with me?" Akihito asked, feigning ignorance.
Fei Long chuckled. "You're his prized possession; he won't let you out of his sight."
Immediately, Akihito's temper flared. "I'm nobody's possession. I belong to myself."
Again, the head of the Chinese mafia gave him an infuriating smirk. "Still as defiant as ever; I like it," he replied as he cupped Akihito's chin before moving his fingers to Akihito's jaw, tracing the jaw line gently.
"Stop it," Akihito protested.
"I think you mean a great deal to Asami," Fei Long smiled; his fingers outlined Akihito's mouth.
The photographer gave a nervous laugh. "You think too highly of me, Fei Long. All Asami wants is my body."
"Who wouldn't?" Fei Long teased as he ran his fingers down Akihito's neck. "I am pretty interested in your body myself. You're like a drug, Akihito."
"I'm a bad deal, I assure you. Bad luck follows me everywhere." Beside him, Tao stirred a little but instead of waking up, he slept again.
Fei Long leaned closer, licking Akihito's ear. "I wouldn't mind a bit of bad luck."
Trying to calm his raging heart, Akihito closed his eyes tightly. He tried reasoning with himself. At least he doesn't have to worry about Fei Long raping him in the restaurant with Tao sleeping next to him.
"Ha- ha," Akihito gave a nervous laugh. "You're weird. Even Asami thinks I bring him nothing but rotten luck."
Fei Long kissed the nape of Akihito's neck. "I am different, I love challenges."
"I wonder what would happen if Asami were to see us like this," Fei Long pulled back, tracing his fingers on Akihito's neck. "It'll be amusing to see him shattering his perfect control."
Akihito tried pushing him away but with Tao's weight on his shoulder, he was fairly unsuccessful. "Asami doesn't care about me. He sees me nothing but a play thing to satisfy his sexual needs," Akihito lied.
"What about you then? Are you willing to be taken by him?"
"No!" Akihito said angrily.
The head of Baishe smiled, amused with Akihito's reaction. "I don't think Asami will appreciate it if he hears this. After all, he did come to Hong Kong to get you."
"I care less of what he thinks." Akihito hissed out the words.
The lean fingers stopped at Akihito's mouth. "So you mean to say that Asami meant nothing to you?"
Akihito couldn't bring himself to say that. To say that Asami meant nothing to him would be an outright lie. Their relationship wasn't normal to begin with but to completely reject the existence of what they shared; it was something Akihito couldn't do. Instead of giving a resounding NO, Akihito shook his head and looked away.
"If he doesn't, I can have him and his entire empire wiped out—" he leaned nearer to Akihito's ear. "—and you can come with me to Hong Kong. I'll take good care of you, Akihito. You never have to lift a finger to work anymore."
"No –" he whispered at first. Slowly, he raised his head and gave the Chinese a determined gaze. "No," he said again, using a stronger tone this time. "I won't let you do that."
The playful chuckle came back. "You really are a fascinating creature, Akihito. No wonder Asami holds you close to him."
"He doesn't see me anything but a plaything," Akihito forced the words out.
"Really?" Fei Long arched an eyebrow. The crime lord picked up Akihito's phone. "A single studded black diamond on the phone, quite a rare piece of gem I might add–" he commented as he studied the phone. ",–do you know how much this phone costs?"
Damn, of course he knew. He found out from the Internet days after Asami bought it for him. There were so many zeros that it hurt Akihito's eyes just from counting it.
Fei Long replaced the phone on the table. "You're worth a great deal to Asami; I regret not spending more time stealing you away."
"Like I've said, I am nobody's possession. I won't be passed around like a present," Akihito replied, temper rising.
Still in his playful mode, Fei Long curved a smile. Placing his hand on Akihito's thigh, he said, "If you decided to leave him, come to Hong Kong."
It's difficult to squirm away when he was stuck in between two people and a table in front of him so Akihito didn't bother trying. "Thanks, it's nice to know that I have a back-up plan."
"I meant what I said, Akihito. I did hope that you'd stay with me back then and the offer stands. Stay with me in Hong Kong. You'll be well taken care of."
Surprised with Fei Long's gentleness, Akihito stared at the Chinese mafia's eyes. There was a hint of sorrow in his eyes when he said that, making Akihito wondered if he was telling the truth.
Akihito had never hated Fei Long despite having been forced to be the man's plaything during his captivity in Hong Kong. There were a few nights where Akihito caught Fei Long sitting in darkness, smoking his Chinese tobacco pipe as he stared out of the window without a word. And Akihito felt a little sorry for his captor, who seemed to be recalling his ugly past before he climbed the ranks in Baishe.
Akihito's heart immediately softened. "I – I can't –" You're not Asami, he secretly added as he looked away.
The hand on Akihito's lap moved up, travelling to his chin. "Does Asami mean that much to you?"
Not knowing what to answer, Akihito decided to avoid the question all together. He caught Fei Long's hand, removing it from his chin. "Look, it has been a long day and I'm really tired. Take Tao, he's in a bad shape. Your bastard subordinate tried to kill him and he's frightened."
The curve on Fei Long's lips disappeared. Without a word, he leaned forward, shaking Tao gently. As if he was summoned, the boy woke up instantly, fixing his dark orbs at the Chinese crime lord.
"Fei sama," Tao uttered weakly.
"Tao," Fei Long's voice softened.
Tao scrambled up, and flung himself on Fei Long's arms, sobbing. "I was so scared, Fei sama. Chen – he tried to kill me."
Akihito sensed fury in Fei Long but he managed to hide it well in front of Tao. Wrapping his arms around the boy, he patted Tao's head. "Tao, you're safe." Fei Long allowed the child to cling onto him for a moment before pulling him back to examine his face.
"Did Chen beat you?" Fei Long's voice was mild.
Tao nodded. "I tried to fight him and he got so angry –"
It was Akihito who reacted strongly to Tao's statement, "That bastard, I should have kicked him in the ass when I had the chance."
Slightly surprised by Akihito's protectiveness over Tao, Fei Long smiled. He signaled Yoh over, asking him to attend to Tao's bruises.
The former spy obeyed without questions and gently assisted Tao from Fei Long's lap. The minute Tao left the table, Akihito immediately sensed danger. He moved to the end of the upholstered seat, plastering his body against the wall as he stared at the Chinese cautiously.
As predicted, Fei Long's arm shot out, grabbing Akihito before yanking the photographer to him. "It's been a long time since I've enjoyed you. Shall we move to a more comfortable setting?" He whispered, his lips moving closer to Akihito's.
Akihito closed his eyes and shook his head. He felt Fei Long's hands on his thighs, moving upwards to his crotch. Fei Long's advancement was stopped by a timely shout from the front door.
The Chinese mafia's gaze moved lazily to the front door where his subordinates were guarding. Two of his men were already on the floor, groaning.
"Ah, the main star has arrived," Fei Long smirked as Asami strode in, accompanied by Kirishima, Suoh, Ando, Toru and two other guards.
Asami, Akihito's heart skipped a beat at the sight of the yakuza. He was dressed in his usual business suit, accessorized with the tie Akihito had bought for him last Christmas. Asami gazed at Akihito momentarily before fixing his glare on Fei Long.
"Fei Long," the yakuza greeted neutrally.
Hands still gripping Akihito's tightly, he offered his arch enemy a smile. "Asami, I'm afraid you arrived at an untimely manner. As you can see, Akihito-kun and I have something important to discuss."
Undeterred by the sarcasm, Asami took his seat across them. "Your discussions will have to wait because Akihito and I have already made plans to spend the night with more pleasurable activities."
Wrapping his hands around Akihito's shoulders, Fei long curved a smile. "Why don't I join you in your activities? You know, just like old times at the onsen?"
If Asami was displeased with the Chinese man, it didn't show. Instead, he smiled, playing along. "Your memory is failing you, Fei Long. I remember telling you in our last meeting that I don't share."
Fei Long leaned closer to Akihito, his gaze never left Asami's. "It's not like Akihito has never experienced it before. He used to warm my bed in Hong Kong."
Akihito stared at the two men in disbelief. How dare they treat me like an object? And they have the nerve to do it in front of me! Infuriated, Akihito pushed Fei Long away and slammed both his hands on the table.
"I am not a damn object that you can pass around!"
Asami curved a smile. "And I was wondering if you have lost your voice." He fixed his golden orbs at his lover. "Come here, Akihito," he commanded.
The photographer didn't feel like obeying Asami's orders but he climbed over the table to the other side anyways. At least he didn't feel so tensed sitting next to Asami.
Asami immediately signaled Toru over. "Take Akihito home – ,"
"No," the photographer blurted out before Asami could finish instructing Toru. Leaving the two crime lords together so they could blow each other's brains out? No way. Besides, Tao was still in the restaurant, shaken; he couldn't leave just leave like that.
"You're coming with me," Akihito declared.
"I'm afraid this isn't a social call that you can come and go as you please," Fei Long crossed his arms. "But since you're here, I have something of great interest to discuss with you, Asami."
Sensing that the discussion was not meant for Akihito's ears, Asami instructed him to wait at the other table with Tao.
The photographer looked skeptical but he didn't argue. He sat opposite Tao, listening to boy's conversation half-heartedly as he fixed his attention at the two crime lord a few tables away.
Xx Business as Usual xX
"So, what brings you here in Japan for the second time?" Asami asked when he was sure Akihito was far enough.
The Chinese mafia rested his clasped hands on the table. Eyes narrowed, Fei Long stared at Asami. "I'll cut to the chase. Do you know Chey Rith?"
"Cambodian drug lord, also known as the Four-Face Buddha."
Fei Long nodded. "He has been gaining a lot of power lately and rumors have reached my ears that he plans to oust us and gain control of the drug operations."
Asami looked disinterested. "From what I've gathered, you were his only target."
The Chinese's eyes widened a little; obviously taken aback with Asami's information. "You are well-informed, Asami."
The crime lord smirked. "It pays off to have good informants –," Asami said, folding his arms across his chest, "Why are you telling me all this?"
Asami had known about Chey Rith for some time. People referred him the four-faced Buddha, not because he resembled the enlightened Sage, more so for his ability to camouflage his identity. And he was called the Cambodian drug lord for a reason. Chey had acres of coca plant that can be harvested and made into cocaine. On top of that, he owned several drug processing factories, making him the most powerful man in Cambodia.
With corruptions taking place among high ranking officials in the poverty-ridden country, Chey became untouchable. There were disturbing rumors that Chey had been eliminating his rivals to gain control of drug operations and it would seem that Fei Long was his next target.
"Partnership," Fei Long said smoothly.
When Asami raised an eyebrow in surprise, Fei Long continued, "I could have taken him down myself but Chey is a smart man. He controlled his organization from behind while his son sees to his affairs –"
"If you seek my help for simple tasks like this, then I have overestimated your capabilities," Asami interrupted, his mouth curving a thin smile.
The head of Baishe showed no indications that he was insulted. "He's not your average street rat; it's not easy infiltrating his organization."
Asami knew what Fei Long said was true. Getting rid of Chey wasn't easy, especially when the man would never show his face to anyone.
"And Chey is good at manipulation. Two days ago, he managed to convince one of my men to switch sides. Chen kidnapped Tao, brought him to Japan and tried to kill him," Fei Long continued.
So, that was Chey's motives, Asami thought. Kill Tao, have Fei Long start a war with him. And that bastard Chey sits comfortably on his special seat, watching Fei Long and him annihilate each other. Asami's temper raised a notch, displeased that he became a pawn in Chey's chess games.
Fei Long must have started to realize it too because he had gone silent for a moment. The next moment he stared at Asami, his eyes had a stony gaze.
"I will crush him, with or without your help."
"Destroying a man like Chey requires a more sophisticated planning. Charging into his organization like an angry bull won't get you anywhere but a date with the morgue," Asami said as he retrieved his cigarette.
Kirishima, who had been standing quietly beside his boss, automatically offered light.
Fei Long leaned forward, showing his interest. "What do you have in mind?"
Asami took his time to answer. He took a drag of the cigarette; let it linger for a moment before exhaling. "Arrange for a potential buyer and lure the son out. Kill him; that should warrant Chey to show his coward self."
"He has many people working under him. He can assign someone else to take the job," Fei Long countered.
The yakuza smirked again before tapping the excess ash on the ashtray. "Bastards like him do not trust anyone. With his son dead, Chey would at least have to show his face to assure his clients."
This time, Fei Long returned the smirk. "And we'll take him down when he does – I hate to admit this, but you are a scary man, Asami Ryuichi."
"Likewise, Liu Fei Long."
The Chinese's eyes darkened. Humor aside, Fei Long spoke in a cool tone, "I'll get Chen first. His betrayal will not be taken lightly."
"I'll loan you one of my warehouse," the yakuza offered.
Fei Long replied with a thin smile. "Your generosity is appreciated and in return of the favor, I have something specially prepared for you –"
Asami watched Fei Long stood up from the seat gracefully. He noticed him slipping a pill into his mouth but before he managed to analyze the situation, the Chinese had already gone to the table where Akihito sat. Without warning, he yanked the boy up, crushing their mouths together.
Toru reacted by attempting to push Fei Long away. He was however, stopped by the efficient Yoh who blocked him with some defensive moves. Toru managed to push Yoh away, whipped out his gun to point at Fei Long.
Patience wearing thin, Asami strode over, drew his gun out in the process and pressed the weapon at the back of Fei Long's head.
"Release him," Asami commanded, annoyance clearly written on his face.
Another Chinese guard came forward with a semi automatic. He spoke profanities, cursing vulgar words in Cantonese as he raised his gun at Asami.
"Another word and I shall blow your head apart," Suoh snarled, pointing his own weapon at the Chinese guard's temple.
Fei Long did as he was told, pushing the photographer away. Akihito staggered, falling back to the seat as he gripped his throat.
"What –," Akihito coughed, "Did you give me?"
Asami unlocked the safety pin, fingers ready to pull the trigger. Ignoring the gun at the back of his head, he repeated Akihito's question, "What did you give him?"
"Fei sama!" Tao called worriedly.
Straightening his back, the Chinese mafia wiped his mouth with his forefinger. "Take it as a gift from me, Asami," he said casually. Signaling his men, Fei Long reached out his hand to assist Tao from the seat and walked to the front door.
"Asami sama," Toru said urgently; his gun still pointing at Fei Long, "Permission to fire."
Before Asami could reply, Fei Long glanced backwards. He smiled. "While we wait for Chen to be captured, enjoy yourself with Akihito. I shall wait for you at the warehouse in three hours," he said and casually walked out of the restaurant.
Asami kept his gun, prompting his guards to do the same. His attention shifted to Akihito, who by now had gone quiet. Face flushed, the boy had both hands closed around his crotch uncomfortably.
"Takaba sama, are you all right?" Toru knelt next to the photographer.
When Akihito did not answer, the guard placed a hand on Akihito's forehead. He removed his hand instantly to look up at his boss. "Asami sama, he is slightly warm."
Akihito brought both legs to his chest and wrapped protective hands around his legs. Beads of sweat began to form on his forehead as he panted heavily, as though as he had just completed a 400-meter race.
"Asami – I – can't breathe!" There were tears in Akihito's eyes as he pleaded.
The yakuza knelt down, placed two fingers on Akihito's neck to measure his pulse. The severe panting, flushed face and the unexplainable erection could only meant one thing – Fei Long had slipped a pill with aphrodisiac substance into Akihito's mouth.
Asami nearly cursed as he carried the boy out of the restaurant. He slipped into the limousine, ordering Suoh to drive them to the nearest hotel. The bulky guard's expert maneuvering skills brought the crime lord and his drug-influenced lover to Keio Hotel where the president suite had been prepared for them.
None of the employees spoke when Asami carried the boy through the lobby. Some guests paused to stare but many assumed he was unwell since the crime lord bundled his lover in his trench coat.
"Leave us," he told Kirishima as he placed Akihito on the king sized bed. "Get the men to find Chen in the meantime."
"Yes, Asami sama," the secretary bowed before closing the room behind him.
"A – sami," Akihito pleaded, pulling his jacket away.
The yakuza undressed before climbing onto the bed. Asami was well-informed about these drugs. Often labeled as rape drug, it was widely used in cheap clubs where men slipped them into their companion's drinks. The drug could do no more harm than increase sexual pleasures – if taken without alcohol. However, the victim usually experienced discomfort and the effect was exactly what he saw in Akihito.
"A – sami," the photographer's speech began to slur.
Asami responded by unbuckling his lover's jeans, pulling them off in one swift movement. Akihito's erection was already straining, leaking with pre-cum. The boy cried when Asami closed his fingers around his cock. He squirmed, trying to push his lover's hand away.
"No –," he protested, "—it hurts – ah!" The photographer cried when Asami started pumping it.
Hovering on top of Akihito, the yakuza leaned closer, licking the single tear that Akihito shed. "Ssh – it will hurt more if you protest," he murmured as he moved downwards.
Just when he thought Akihito was about to go insane from the torture, Asami engulfed Akihito's cock in his mouth.
"Ah – no!" Akihito's body jerked as he felt his cock in Asami's warm mouth. The pleasure was so intensifying that Akihito screamed.
Akihito fisted his hands in Asami's hair; not caring if it would mess up the older man's slick hair. Eyes closed, Akihito surrendered to Asami's masterful strokes. His body twitched with pleasure when he felt Asami's tongue ran over the sensitive head, sucking onto it gently.
And that was all Akihito could stand before he started thrusting himself in his lover's mouth. Sensing he was near, he tried to push Asami away but the yakuza caught his hands and caged them together as he continued to pleasure the photographer. It took Akihito under a minute before he came, releasing the white sticky liquid into Asami's mouth.
Asami let him go then, wiping his lips with his thumb. He flipped Akihito to his knees, coated his fingers with the remaining cum and slid two fingers into him easily. The photographer was already wet, and hardly needed any foreplay but Asami prepared him anyway.
Still intoxicated, Akihito found himself harden again. Too aroused to care about his stupid pride, he turned behind, gazing his lust-filled eyes at Asami. "Ryuichi – please."
The invitation was difficult to be ignored and Asami fulfilled his lover's request by positioning his own erected cock on Akihito's puckered entrance, sinking it inside Akihito.
Akihito gasped, arching his back. The cock inside him felt so right; it fitted so perfectly, making him feel whole. The photographer moved his hips, pushing himself backwards as he tried to get Asami to fill him to the base. He was so needy that he couldn't help but to sneak his hands down to his own erection, stroking from the base to tip in rhythmic, quick movements.
"Don't touch yourself," Asami ordered, pushing his lover's hand away.
"I – I can't!" Akihito panted, wrapping his fingers around his erection again. His heart beat quickened, finding himself ready to burst anytime soon. Just a few more strokes and –
Asami chose the same time to change Akihito's position again. Pulling himself out from the younger man, he made the photographer lie on his side and hoist a leg up his shoulder. Exposed and vulnerable, the photographer could do nothing but watch Asami's length slid into him inch by inch. With a hand clamping on Akihito's leg, Asami used his other hand to grip his lover's cock, stroking it.
"Ryu –," Akihito couldn't even finished calling out Asami's name when he came in his lover's hands.
The photographer lay quietly, panting after his second climax but Asami wasn't done with him yet. Thrusting inside Akihito with precise movements that could made Akihito see stars, the yakuza continued to move faster until he finally came, emptying inside Akihito.
And Asami only had time to pull out his cock before Akihito pushed him on the bed. The yakuza's eyes widened in surprised as Akihito would normally be exhausted by the second round. The boy then straddled him, lowering his cum-filled hole into Asami.
The sight of the boy moving so sensuously on top of him brought Asami's cock back to life again. Gripping Akihito's hips, Asami took control of the situation by halting Akihito's movements. He began to thrust upwards, watching the boy arched backwards, exposing his long neck as he moaned in pleasure.
It was heavenly, Asami decided when he watched the younger man being so forward. He had to admit that he enjoyed this side of Akihito but never under influence. He wanted to break the boy's barrier and make Akihito scream his name when he was sober.
But a lusty Akihito wasn't something Asami would want to complain. He sat up; wrapping his arms around the younger man's back and licked his arched neck.
"Ah – Ryuichi, more!" Akihito screamed.
Asami responded by caging Akihito's hands behind the small of his back, making the boy arched to him even more. He flicked his tongue around Akihito's perk nipple, gently biting it. He did the same to the other nipple before moving up to Akihito's neck. Gently, he sucked, marking the boy with red marks around his collar bone, all the while thrusting upwards.
The erotic play was too much for Akihito to bear. Huge waves of sensations took over Akihito as heat radiated from his body. He moved his hips up and down, trying to impale himself to the base of Asami's cock, wanting his yakuza lover to satisfy his aching need.
"Akihito," Asami growled when he sensed he was near.
His lover placed his hands on Asami's cheeks. "Cum inside me," he whispered lustily.
The photographer's unusual teasing had the crime lord climaxed immediately, emptying inside the younger man. Immediately after, Asami gripped Akihito's cock, moving it in exact strokes, bringing the boy to his third release.
Xx Business as Usual xX
It was a good two and a half hours later when Asami strode out of the bedroom, wearing nothing but his bathrobe. His secretary stood up from his seat and bowed.
"Asami sama, I've brought a new pair of suit. Toru has also packed Takaba sama's clothes," he said, placing the items on the sofa.
"Chen?" Asami asked as he retrieved a cigarette from the table.
Kirishima helped his boss to light cigarette. "Suoh called and confirmed that he managed to capture Chen in one of the brothels in the red light district. He is being detained at warehouse number three."
"What about Fei Long?"
The secretary pushed his spectacles up. "His men are still searching for Chen. We have not informed him about the capture yet."
Asami's lips curved a smile, pleased with the outcome of the events. "There is no need. Rumors about Chen's capture will reach him soon enough."
"Understood, Asami sama." Kirishima bowed slightly before straightening his back. "Sir, for Takaba sama's precaution, I have instructed the security to be on the lookout for suspicious individuals entering the hotel. Two guards are stationed at the door."
"Who will be in here?" Asami asked quietly.
"Kanda, sir."
Asami nodded. He extinguished the half-burnt stick and stood up. "Get the car ready, we're going out," he ordered and immediately the secretary retreated to make arrangements.
The crime lord dressed in silence, staring at his sleeping lover. His naked body is cocooned under the pristine white duvet, exposing only his face. The drug hasn't been completely flushed out of Akihito's system yet. Given his exhausted state, Asami calculated that he'll have about four hours before his lover wakes up. That should buy him enough time to deal with Chen, as well as Fei Long.
Xx Business as Usual xX
To many guards, warehouse number three was well known. Most punishments by Japan's most influential yakuza was carried out in the huge, empty warehouse. Guards who were asked to report for duty cringed but for the lack of a say in the order, they went.
The four guards in question were now lined up in a neat row behind Asami Ryuiichi's top three assistants: Kirishima, Toru and Ando. Their chief, Suoh stood in front of their boss with a whip in his hand. In the middle, a man in his thirties was suspended in mid-air, both hands secured with metal chains. Wearing nothing but his half-buckled jeans, his head hung low, biting his lips.
The crime lord showed no emotions as he watched his best guard pelted the Chinese's bare back, lash after lash. Kirishima calmly poured his boss a glass of whisky before resuming checking his boss's appointments for the following day while Toru and Ando stood in silence.
Chen, the Chinese who was unfortunately caught by Suoh when he was enjoying himself in a brothel, groaned a few times when the whip lashed on his back. Even with his back decorated with lashes, Chen didn't scream; just as Asami had predicted.
But then again, what fun would it be if he breaks so easily? Asami thought as he whirled his glass of whisky. He took a sip, crossed his legs on the comfortable leather chair he was sitting and continued enjoying the show. He would enjoy killing this man. Proud and defiant; he's enjoy ripping what little dignity Chen had into pieces.
"Suoh," Asami said suddenly. The whipping stopped. "Stand back for now."
On cue, the door to the warehouse opened and in strode Fei Long with five men. "Asami, you did not inform me about his capture," he said, displeased. "And it seems you have started the punishment."
Still seated, Asami took another sip of his whisky. "I have no obligations to inform you and if this garbage –," Asami stared at the weakened man before fixing his gaze on Fei Long, "—were up to me, I would have sliced his belly open. The lash was for opening fire at Akihito."
Asami stood up, passed the glass to Kirishima. "Fei Long, if you ever try that stunt on Akihito again, I won't be so forgiving," he warned as he removed his gun to place on the table.
Fei long removed his gloves. "That was good, wasn't it?" He smiled, mockingly. "Nicknamed 'The Bunny', it was distributed on the streets in Hong Kong. I got curious and brought a few with me here."
Fei Long was taunting him; Asami knew it. "It was," he agreed, "Akihito responded to it really well," the crime lord curved a smile.
The Chinese's face's tightened but refused to be led around by the yakuza. "I'm glad you approved –," he said, although his face did not indicate anything but. "Given that both of us are pressed for time, let's move on to the main event, Asami."
Asami waved his hand, handing over the punishment duty to Fei Long. He sat on his chair again, hands resting on his gun; just in case he needed it.
Chen offered a weak smile at Fei Long, "Lao bhan," he greeted in Cantonese.
"Lower him," Fei Long ordered his subordinate. "Why did you betray me?" he asked when he was eye-to eye with his former right hand man.
Chen offered no explanations to Fei Long. The Chinese crime lord grew angrier at Chen's silence. "Answer me!" Fei Long raised his voice.
"You won't get anything out of me; just kill me," Chen replied.
Fei Long raised an eyebrow. "Kill you? You don't think I'd let you off so easily?" he backed away, and taking his gun from Yoh's hands, he pointed it at Chen.
"You even brought Tao to Japan. You planned to kill him,frame his death to start a war between me and Asami."
Asami noted that Fei Long's control wavered a little when he mentioned about Tao. Obviously, the little boy meant a lot of him. The crime lord continued to watch the interrogations from his seat. He offered no comments, nor did he try to interrupt. Chen remained one of Fei Long's men, it didn't matter how or what the Chinese had in mind for the man.
"How – how did you know about my plans?"
"It doesn't matter how I knew. You were plotting it with Chey Rith to oust me, were you not?" Fei Long moved to Chen, gripping his chin.
Chen stared at his former master. He offered a weak smile, "Why bother asking when you already know?"
"What is Chey's next move?"
Fei Long's former subordinate remained silent, offering nothing but a weak grin.
The Chinese's eyes turned cold. Backing away, he said, "Considering that you have been loyal to me for many years, I was prepared to listen –," Fei Long stopped, closing his eyes.
When he opened them again, there was fury. "But looks like this is a complete waste of time – " he said calmly, walking to the empty chair beside Asami. He sank onto the chair gracefully before commanding, "Yoh, perform the ritual."
Yoh nodded his head and retrieved a large amount of incense from the bag. A few men stepped forward to light them before passing the bundle back to Yoh. Calmly, the former spy went to the tied man in the middle and without a word, he thrust them onto Chen's chest, marking the removal of Chen from Baishe.
Already weakened, Chen let out a loud growl. His eyes clamped shut, his teeth sunk hard on his lower lip as Yoh continued to extinguish the bundle of incense on his chest.
When the fire had been extinguished, Yoh threw the bundle on the floor and moved aside, allowing Fei Long to step forward to access the outcome. "You will pay for your betrayal, Chen."
Chen spat on Fei Long's cheek. "Your reign in Hong Kong will end soon."
"You ungrateful bastard!" One of Fei Long's men shouted. He stepped forward, punching the man on his stomach.
"Yoh," Fei Long ordered as he took a towel from the guard, "It seems this filth forgot his position. Prepare some salt water."
Yoh bowed. "Yes, Fei sama."
Fei Long walked back calmly to his seat next to Asami.
Asami eyed the Chinese crime lord. "Your interrogation method is too soft, Fei Long. I'd ripped out his tongue if I were you."
"I have my own way of handling things," Fei Long answered calmly as he watched Yoh pouring a large bag of salt into a huge pail of warm water.
Asami sipped his whisky again. "Do as you please; but don't kill him yet. We have to get him to spill the details about Chey's next move."
"I have no intentions of killing him until that piece of information is obtained," Fei Long said, retrieving his cigarette from his coat, placing it between his lips.
Asami watched Yoh splashed the warm water filled with salt onto Chen's back emotionlessly. The man writhed as he screamed loudly when the salt water bathed his bloodied back. "He won't speak this way. This man cannot be broken easily."
"What do you have in mind?" Fei Long asked, eyes fixated at the panting man in front of him.
Without answering him, the crime lord stood up. He walked to the man groaning in front of him, scrutinizing him. He started off simply by asking, "What is Chey's next move?"
With much effort, Chen raised his head. The Chinese could still smile. "Asami Ryuichi, what an honor," Chen muttered. "That brat who took Tao, he's your pet right?"
"He is not mine," Asami purposely contradicted.
Chen laughed weakly. "You can't fool Brother Chey; he knows everything about you that needs to be known."
He is taking the bait, Asami noted. The yakuza smirked. "But it looks like neither you nor Chey foresees failure." He walked around to Chen's back, looking at the lashes that marred the man's back. Blood seeped out through the angry marks, dripping slowly on the floor. He yanked Chen's hair, "Very soon, Chey will receive the same fate as you."
"You think Brother Chey will fall into your trap so easily?" The Chinese groaned a little," That boy toy of yours will eventually end up dead, so is Tao. Brother Chey is already on the move. And Brother Chey said I can have a piece of his ass before I kill him," the Chinese licked his swollen lips on purpose.
So, it was as he speculated. Chey had been plotting to get rid both Fei Long and him, and to seize control the whole of Asia's drug market. It happened that Fei Long had been his first target. Finally gotten the information he wanted, Asami signaled for Suoh. "Not before I eliminate him first," he said easily.
His guard came forward, producing a knife.
"Cut me up, I don't care," Chen smiled.
Asami answered Chen with a smirk. "Toru, strip him."
The guard stepped forward, expertly pulled his torn jeans away, leaving him naked. The yakuza walked nearer to Chen. "Men like you are not afraid of pain. At least not the ones your former master has inflicted on you."
Trailing the short knife down Chen's jaw line and to his belly, he said in a low voice, "And I believe this shouldn't be a problem for you either," he said, plunging the knife into the Chinese's stomach.
Chen gave a low guttural groan.
"Just as I predicted," Asami murmured. He gripped the knife harder. "But this, should at least warrant a scream," he said, twisting the knife slightly before pushing it to his left.
This time, Chen couldn't hold back that he let loud a horrific scream.
"I was right, again" Asami said calmly as he pulled the knife out of Chen's bleeding stomach. He signaled his guards. Suoh came forward to take the knife away while Toru went to Chen, gripping his jaw tightly, forcing the man to look at Asami.
"The best part has yet to come, Chen," he reassured. He took another knife from Suoh. "You are a Chinese, I presumed you are familiar with the history of ancient China."
The crime lord glanced backwards, looking at Fei Long who had a puzzled expression on his face. He turned back to Chen. "The men who worked in the imperial court are eunuchs. I don't have to tell you why they had to sever their most important asset to serve the court, do I?"
Finally realizing where Asami was going to, Chen shook his head. The proud eyes he wore as strength was extinguished, leaving them empty with fear. "No," he cracked out.
Again, Asami trailed the knife to Chen's limp cock and using the sharp edge, he poked the organ. The yakuza stared at Chen's frightened eyes again. Looking at the filth in front of him with disgust, Asami growled, "This is a reminder to anyone who so much so thinks about claiming Akihito."
"Please – no!" Chen said, panicked. Toru purposely forced his head down to look at the knife skirting dangerously around his limp cock.
Ignoring his request, Asami positioned the knife at the base of the organ, ready to sever it when Fei Long fired a shot at Chen's head, ending his life instantly.
The yakuza turned to Fei Long, narrowing his eyes.
"Chen is – was one my men," Fei Long corrected himself. "His punishment should be my call." He ordered his men to perform the clean-up. Taking a last drag of his cigarette, he stubbed it in the ashtray before looking at Asami again. "Now that we know Chey's master plan, do I take it that we will work together to bring this bastard down?"
Asami threw the knife carelessly on the floor and removed his gloves. "You take care of the son," he said, walking to where Fei Long stood. He allowed Kirishima to put on his trench coat before continuing, "I'll take care of Chey Rith."
With those final words, Asami walked out of the warehouse.
Xx Business as Usual xX
When Asami reached the penthouse suite, exactly three hours later, freshly showered, he found Kanda sitting in the living room, reading newspapers.
"Boss," Kanda stood up, bowing deeply.
"Is Akihito awake?" he asked, eyes eyeing the closed bedroom door.
"I am not certain, sir. But Takaba sama hasn't stepped out of the room since you left."
Asami nodded before dismissing the guard. He had to be more alert now, considering Chey was already plotting to have him killed. If the Cambodian drug lord could poison one of Fei Long's most loyal subordinates, Chey could do the same to his men. Ruling out Kirishima, Suoh, Toru and Ando, there were endless candidates Chey could approach. And Akihito, he thought as he removed his coat, Chey had already set his eyes on him but Asami would never allow anyone to take him. Akihito belonged to him.
With those thoughts in mind, the crime lord entered the master bedroom. His Akihito sat on the bed, naked, with his legs spread. Back supported by pillows, the photographer tried to stifle a moan as he stroked his erect manhood, trying to bring himself to pleasure.
The boy's eyes widened in shocked when he noticed Asami was in the room. There were tears in his eyes; most likely due to the embarrassment of being caught masturbating and his inability to cum. Despite so, Akihito showed no attempts of removing his hands from his cock.
Looks like the drug is still in his system, Asami thought. He climbed onto the bed, wiped the tears on Akihito's eyes with his thumb and replaced the younger man's hand with his. The boy gave the most seducing moan Asami had ever heard.
Yes, this fascinating boy belonged to him and he would keep him safe.
Translations: Laobhan – boss in Mandarin. Actually, there are times I got confused with the term. As far as I know, Hong Kong triad members greet the head of an organization as 'tailou' (Big Brother). Laobhan is used to refer to the boss of a company. I did not change it since Yamane sensei used it in the series.
A/N: A small part of the plot was adapted from a Hong Kong movie called White Storm.
A/N 2: I have plans to write Akihito's birthday in chapter 21. It has been requested many times but due to the inappropriate timeline in my fiction; I had it on hold. The only problem I am facing now is the presents!
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